The World is More Beautiful

than really I can stand. It's

leading me astray. The page

looks more painfully empty.

In my mind, the heart has blown

away. Am I next in line?

I've stopped looking for more. Wish

I could be in your eyes once

again. The moon's answer is

unchanged, lonelier than a

book journal left behind in

a getaway car's back seat.

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